By the fifth month, now in May, Kitty was begging to look really bloated. She was also up and about with shopping.

"My mom said she'd be here to pick us up. We're going to Babies-R-Us, and little Illyana wanted to help pick some things out." Kitty told Piotr.

"I just don't know," Piotr said hesitantly with furrowed brows. Kitty raised her eyebrows.

"I have things under control. I need the practice, and my mom will be with us."

"I just don't think that getting practice with my sister is a good idea," Kitty smirked mischievously. A loud honk arose from the outside.

"That's her. Come on Ana," Kitty took her hand, her other hand was used to clench her teddy bear tightly. "I love you, bye!" She called from when she got in the car.

Kitty's mom pulled up in the parking lot and all the girls piled out of the car. "So are we shopping for a boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet," she put one hand on her growing stomach. "Just the basic, non-genderized stuff for now." Kitty looked down at Illyana, she was rearing to get in the store.

"Well, alright. Half now, half later." The three girls walked up to the sliding doors. Pregnant women and women with newborns were bustling up and down the aisles. They were all much older than Kitty, but younger than her mother. "Don't be scared," her mother took her hand , as the other one was holding Illyana's.

"Welcome to Babies-R-Us. If you have trouble finding what you need just ask one of our employees, and they'll be happy to assist you." Said the manager's assistant, as Kitty took a basket cart.

"Oh no honey, if we're here for the basics you'll need a bigger basket," her mother stated. Kitty then looked at the huge basket her mother pulled from the side.

"Are you sure," Kitty's jaw fell when she saw the size of the cart. Kitty took the cart, Illyana stood next to her.

They went down the many aisles, putting in all the basic needs of a newborn: booties, onesies, blanket, a swing 9her mother's choice), several toys (chosen by Illyana), a car seat, and finally a baby carrier. "Okay, mom, I Don't want to max out your credit car!" Kitty tried to push away the diaper bag her mother was trying to add to the cart.

"You are going to need this. Now, no more fuss," her mom was going a bit overboard with the shopping, but Kitty knew how grandmothers acted when they were about to have their first grandchild. She recalled that her grandma acted the same way, or that's how her mom said it went.

The shopping took longer than expected and as the girls stepped up to the cash register, Kitty recognized someone she saw before. "What is it dear?"

"I've seen her somewhere. . ." Kitty 's voice trailed off. Her mother looked at the lady in front of them. "I remember, at the clinic," Kitty turned to her mother. "Her son was talking to me that day." Kitty took a chance and stepped forward, she tapped on her shoulder. . .

"Yes?" The girl asked.

"I Don't mean to be rude," the girl batted her eyelashes at Kitty. "I saw you in the family clinic a few months ago. . ." the girl's eyes drifted to Kitty's enlarging stomach.

"Yes, I think you're the one my son has been talking about." The person at the register gave a little cough, not really wanting to break up the conversation. The girl started to put her things up on the checkout stand, then turned back to Kitty. "My name is Isabelle," they shook hands.

"I'm Kitty. That's my mom and my boyfriend's sister."

"So, how far along are you?" Isabelle asked as the beeping sounded in the background.

"Five months."

There was a silence between them.

"Do you--" they both started.

"You go." Isabelle said.

"It's alright," Kitty permitted.

The cashier rang up the last item, and Kitty's mom began to put up their stuff, Illyana was also helping.

"What I was going to ask is if your boyfriend, well . . .I shouldn't say this . . .after all, I've never met him."

"No, go on . . ."

"Has he forced this onto you?" Isabelle said.

"It was an accident actually. But we're going through with it."

Isabelle pulled out her wallet, and gave the cash to the cashier. She looked at Kitty with a sadden face. She was one of the lucky ones, boyfriend sticking through it all. Even her mother. "Is something wrong?" Kitty asked sympathetically.

"I shouldn't bother, I-I have to go." Isabelle said frightened, took her bags and went for the door.

"Wait," Kitty stopped her and stepped out of line. She pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil from her pocket. "Here, its always nice to talk to people who are going through the same things . . .well, sort of." Isabelle shakily took the slip of paper and then went on her way. Kitty turned back around and went back to her mother and Illyana.

"She seemed really nice."

"Yeah she did." Kitty started to help her mom rack up the items.

It was near nightfall and the girls came back from shopping. Kitty couldn't wait to rest her feet, Piotr and Mikhail were bringing in all of the heavy stuff." Do we need all this kind of stuff for right now, I mean, the baby isn't even born yet. It looked like you bought an entire nursery." Piotr commented when he put down the swing and went over to Kitty.

"The thing is, my mom payed for it. She didn't even want me to buy the pacifier."

"I though you already had that," Piotr laughed softly.

"Very funny." Mikahil came in with the last box, the car seat. "Thanks Mikahil," she smiled at him caringly. He just nodded his head and walked away. "Piotr? Does Mikhail have a girlfriend?"

"Uh--"

"Kitty, phone." Kurt called to her.

"Hold that thought." She raced over to the phone line. "Hello?"

"Kitty," spoke the voice on the other end. "It's me, Isabelle," Kitty opened her mouth happily and turned to Piotr saying she'd talk to him later. He took this opportunity and went up to his room.